Current Facebook Status: Tuesday. Cold, rainy Tuesday. Would be perfect if she could stay home, but alas, she must leave.
Currently Playing in the Background: Last week’s NCIS – Ziva got her US Passport!
Current NaNo status: Uh, yeah. Let’s not talk about that ;).
So here is last week’s Flash Fiction Friday! It just kind of… ends, but so goes Flash Fiction ;).
She liked to think there’s a reason for everything, but no matter how she twisted this around in her mind, she couldn’t come up with a reason why God would allow this. Allow her to be kidnapped, her son drugged and left alone in a diaper that he’d had on way too long, forced to tell the father of her child the truth – after he’d first heard it from a mobster – and now on the run for their lives.
“For I know the plans I have for you, saith the Lord. Plans to prosper and not harm. Plans for hope and a future.” She whispered Jeremiah 29:11 over and over as she leaned against the counter in the bathroom. She was going to have to do a search of some kind and find all sorts of promises like that in the Bible. She was going to have to cling to them. Write them on notecards, memorize them, hide them in her heart and do her best to live them.
She prayed that there would be a good church where they were going. Whatever town they lived in. Surely there were good, Bible teaching churches throughout the United States and most communities would have one, right? Would she be able to find one? Would she be able to worship freely? Or would she always be wondering who was watching her and what were they thinking?
And what about Nick? If they went wherever it was they were going to go together, would he go to church with her? Would he be open to learning about Jesus and the sacrifice her Savior had made?
“All things work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose,” she muttered. Another good one. Romans 8:28. She was going to scour the Psalms and the Proverbs and try to find a good internet connection as soon as she could.